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Wow!  Another amazing 007 Fest has come to an end already!  I’m in awe at all the fabulous fan works created by everyone on all the teams.  I was again honored to be a part of Team Q-Branch this year, and I think we pulled together some darn good stuff!  Go Team Q-Branch! I want to give a particular shout out to my partner in writing crime, @boffin1710​.  Not only was he an amazing writing partner, but the graphics he generated this year had many of us sobbing in the wings with No Time to Die angst.   Anyhoo ... on to my Masterpost, and this year’s is a doozy!

Dassandre’s 007 Fest 2022 Master Post - 1811 points

Pumpkins!  Pumpkins!  Pumpkins!

Alec has never seen so many gourds in one place.  Like a fair portion of Ellery’s garden he thought they’d, once again, just planted too much. “Cat, Alec!”  Ellery catted on for some moments, gesturing at the large patch at the far end of the garden where all the pumpkins were growing and ripening.  No, this was not accidental.  It was deliberate because El had apparently wanted a pumpkin patch where the children of Devil’s Gulch could come with their parents and pick out a pumpkin to carve for Halloween and celebrate the harvest season. Grace, Bob, Lucy, Mele, Sam and several other of their friends were already helping Ellery plan for a harvest festival in mid-October.  One to rival that of Mary Ellen Wilson’s in town. Alec was so doomed!

Ellery has always loved Brussels sprouts.  When he was a kid, he would peel back each layer of the “wee cabbage” as if unwrapping a little present, eating each leaf as he went.  Back then, he enjoyed them steamed with tons of butter and salt and pepper, but now as an adult, there are so many options available to him. Needless to say, when Ellery planned out his garden, Brussels sprouts were always going to be a part of it.  However, he’d never known how they actually grew and was more than a tad stunned that they grew on a stalk. “What’d you expect, El?  For them to grow on the ground like cabbages?” Alec asked with a chuckle when the first stalks started popping out of the ground. “Cat!  Alec!”  Of course!  They’re wee cabbages! Not that it ultimately matters.  He has dozens of Brussels sprouts stalks growing in his garden to keep him in wee cabbages for some time to come.   Though he still loves them steamed with tons of butter and salt and pepper, he now counts crispy Brussels sprouts as his favourite way to have them prepared.

Neither James nor Q ever thought they’d have a family.  Hell, Q never even thought he’d marry, and James questioned that for himself on more than one occasion.  At least until he pulled his head out of his arse long enough to realise he’d been arse over tit in love with his Quartermaster for years.  

Given these two romantic geniuses, it wasn’t overly shocking that the first time they brought up the topic of having children was on their honeymoon/sex holiday.  

James nuzzled Q’s temple and spoke into his hair.  “We haven’t specifically talked about it, you know?”

“What?” Q asked, lazily.  He was staring out at the water, processing the news of the morning.

James hesitated, knowing that what he was about to say would be another crossroads for them both, one way or another.  “Children,” he said through another kiss to the top of Q’s head.

Q stiffened in surprise but James’ hands ran soothingly up and down his arms in response, gentling him.  “I can’t honestly say I ever gave it much thought,” Q admitted.  “For the longest time I never thought I’d find someone who’d be willing to love me inspite of --”

“Because of --” James interrupted, wrapping his legs around his husband, pulling him in closer.

“ -- my quirks,” Q finished with a roll of his eyes.  Q took one of James’ hands in both of his, tracing the scars and pressing a kiss to the centre of his palm before continuing, “so children never really entered into my plans.”

“And now?”

It was clear to Q in each gesture, the tone of his voice -- steady and serious with a hint of hope -- even the way in which James pressed his chest to Q’s back what James hoped Q’s answer would be.  Q had no intent or desire to deny him.

“Well, neither one of us is exactly hurting for money.”  

And they weren’t.  While their MI6 salaries were generous given their individual assignments, even with James’ new role training and evaluating recruits, James and Q were still government employees, but each had lived frugally -- James’ fondness for fine dining, fast cars, and bespoke suits notwithstanding -- and had invested wisely.  They could live far more extravagantly for the next twenty years just off the interest of their profits and barely touch their now joint principal savings, though they both knew that they never would do so. 

“Q?”  James growled.  He could tell when Q was drawing things out for dramatic effect. 

“But I think that this money from the wedding wager would be best put to use for adoption or surrogate fees.”   

A rumble of pure joy born from its birthplace in his overfull heart erupted from James’s mouth.  He flipped Q in his arms and kissed his husband until they were both breathless, needy, and so very hard.   James rose from the chaise, quickly divested them both of their trousers, neither wore pants, and picked Q up in his arms and started carrying him to the shore.

“James!  James, put me down!  What in the hell are you doing?”

“Getting started on that family we’re going to have,” the deadly assassin said with a grin before capturing his husband’s lips again in a quick, bruising kiss.

“Not quite how that works in this case, you know.”  Q laughed against his love’s mouth but had ceased his struggling in spite of the humiliation of being carried across the beach like a damsel in distress.

They thought one.  One would be plenty.  And for a while Mir was quite enough, ta ever so.  She kept her Da and her Papa on their toes from her first minute, but when the steep learning curve of the first few years eased some, James and Q decided one more might be quite nice.

They got two. 

James had to sit down when April, one of Q’s beloved minions and mother to Mir, told him and Remy she was expecting twins this time around.  Remy’s laugh was perhaps a tad hysterical.

Nearly losing the boys and their mum before the twins were even born meant the arrival of Andrew (named for James’ father) and William (named for Remy’s brother, Sherlock) was cause for even more celebration than normally accompanies the birth of twins.

Two men who are amongst the deadliest in the world, fathers to three beloved demon spawn babes.

It’s the most challenging mission of their lives. 

Favourite uncle, guardian, parent, Alec Trevelyan is all of these things to Miranda, Andrew, and William Holmes-Bond.  James and Q’s three children are the children Alec never had, and he is as integral a part of their lives as their fathers are.  He will do anything for them, and has done.  Though he’s the bat-shite crazy uncle, who is at times as much a toddler as they can be, their happiness and safety are always his first concern.  Given the inherent dangers of being the demon spawn of 007 and The Quartermaster, Alec looks after them in much the same way a Personal Protection Office does their primary.  

Alec loves them all dearly, but it is Miranda with whom he has the deepest connection.  The ties between Alec and Mir defy explanation, and James and Remy stopped trying long ago.  Alec was captivated by the tiny, squashed bundle of nothing James placed in his arms barely an hour after she was born, but it was when Mir opened her eyes and stared at her Uncle Alec with her Da’s eyes … well, Alec has been held in thrall ever since.

Château de la Résurrection is now complete! 

The final two chapters have been posted. Chapters: 26/26 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: James Bond, Q, Eve Moneypenny, Bill Tanner, Nomi (James Bond), Rand Aguilar (009), Original Characters Additional Tags: No Time to Die (2021) Fix-It, Traumatic Injury, Permanent Injury, Physical Disability, Seizures, Epilepsy, Service Dogs, Companionable Snark, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Illness, Reduced mobility, Living a Good Life, Idiots in Love, Mental Health Issues, Forgiveness, Wine Series: Part 3 of Château de la Résurrection Chapter 26 Summary:

“How do you feel?” James asked when they stood on the pavement outside the hospital with Jack. “Tired or do you have some energy left?”

Q considered the question. “Oddly, I find I’m rather energised. Not ready to go back to the hotel.”

“Good. There’s somewhere I want to take you, and if we hurry we can get there just in time for our reservations.”

Chapter 131 is up!

Chapters: 131/? Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Bond/Q, Q/Alec Trevelyan, James Bond & Q, James Bond & Alec Trevelyan Characters: Q (James Bond), Alec Trevelyan, James Bond, Madeleine Swann, M | Gareth Mallory, Original 00 Agent(s), Original Characters, R (James Bond), Bill Tanner, Eve Moneypenny Additional Tags: Post-SPECTRE, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Psychological Trauma, Mental Health Issues, Slow Burn, Tags May Change, Coffee, Tea, Casserole-Scenting Bints, Cart Ghost, Recipes, Muteness, Gardens & Gardening, Canon-Typical Violence, cat!, Sect violence Chapter 131 Summary:

A light chuckle from behind an end cap at the far side of Bob’s service counter sounded out when he hung up the phone. “Talk about walking in on the wrong part of the conversation,” Scarlett said. She rounded the corner and leant with one hip on the tall workstation.